Slice of Life
Almost every evening, around 7:30pm, when the sun is in just the right position to shade the street in my tree-lined neighborhood, I walk my Princey-Poo-Poo.
Yesterday evening, the cicadas were louder than I remember during any other walk.
Their music started out mezzo, or moderately soft, but only for second, before rising to a crescendo that was almost deafening (not really).
As I listened, I thought, I'm experiencing a symphony of cicadas.